earth, water, wind, fire
On the edge of winter, my heels sink deeply within its cool soils, and I hope, deeply, to peer at the horizon before me and be welcomed by a lively sea, glistening remorselessly with warmth, open arms, and serenity.
I mean this in the most literal and metaphorical way, for I truly miss the sea dearly and hope to rekindle a shared, enlivening romance with its easeful flux soon…and
I feel as if on a constant of empty living, where my depths terrify and blind me, leaving me to anxiety, fear, and blurred horizons ceaselessly —
I want to remember what it’s like to know life, and nature, and the universe as a single breath, eager to fill my lungs with laughter and the lightness of wind…with the flame of desire raging wildly within.
Spring, I beg, please be kind.
